Sai Jon sat in front of the fire and waited.
They said they would be back tonight but it was an even bet as to whether Jacob's adventurous instincts or Saltera's compulsive punctuality would carry the day. He wondered if they would be surprised at his progress. Between himself, and his ever present honor guard, they'd carried tons of rock down from the mountains and now the valley that had seen the final battle of what was now being called the War of Ages was a flat slab of solid rock. Dragon's fire was good for a million and one uses after all.
Tommorow the building would begin. Never again would the Isles be undefended. Sai Jon would once again teach, first the dragons that wished it and then he would bring others, the ones who showed potential, to learn how to fight the invaders. He was tired of fighting this war and he thought he may have found a way to end it.
His mind suddenly wandered back to his friends. They were trying to track down Malchor. The bastard had eluded them and slipped out past the wards around the Isles. There was one more war to fight and Sai Jon couldn't wait for it to begin. It had been a long time since the thirst for vengeance had sung so strongly in his soul but it had returned, and he remembered the song well. Malchor would be held responsible, and this time no one else would take his punishment for him.
Once during the night, one of the blacks offered him food. He hadn't eaten for three days. He didn't seem to need to. His mind went back to his friends and their hunt and he smiled. The other dragons shifted uncomfortably, the smile was one of death.
Sai Jon sat in front of the fire and waited.
They said they would be back tonight but it was an even bet as to whether Jacob's adventurous instincts or Saltera's compulsive punctuality would carry the day. He wondered if they would be surprised at his progress. Between himself, and his ever present honor guard, they'd carried tons of rock down from the mountains and now the valley that had seen the final battle of what was now being called the War of Ages was a flat slab of solid rock. Dragon's fire was good for a million and one uses after all.
Tommorow the building would begin. Never again would the Isles be undefended. Sai Jon would once again teach, first the dragons that wished it and then he would bring others, the ones who showed potential, to learn how to fight the invaders. He was tired of fighting this war and he thought he may have found a way to end it.
His mind suddenly wandered back to his friends. They were trying to track down Malchor. The bastard had eluded them and slipped out past the wards around the Isles. There was one more war to fight and Sai Jon couldn't wait for it to begin. It had been a long time since the thirst for vengeance had sung so strongly in his soul but it had returned, and he remembered the song well. Malchor would be held responsible, and this time no one else would take his punishment for him.
Once during the night, one of the blacks offered him food. He hadn't eaten for three days. He didn't seem to need to. His mind went back to his friends and their hunt and he smiled. The other dragons shifted uncomfortably, the smile was one of death.
Sai Jon sat in front of the fire and waited.